Prompt: 5am-race to the finish

Part Four

Elizabeth Webber was unlike any other person that Jason had ever met. The more time he spent with her the more she surprised him. She truly was one of a kind. When he first met her, she was scared and temperamental. The more time they spent together, the more she opened up to him and showed off her temptress ways. She taunted him with her shapely body and smooth mouth. Something that Josh Knight took for granted.

Sitting at their table in Jake's, Jason watched as Elizabeth leaned over the jukebox, searching for a song to play. Her position caused her jean capri's to strain against her tight little bottom, making Jason groan and wonder how the hell Josh Knight had a woman like Elizabeth and managed to screw it up. The guy was a prick, Jason realized. He didn't know Elizabeth too well, but from what he knew, she was truly a unique woman.

She was witty and beautiful. Jason couldn't remember a time when he had smiled so much, and he only knew the woman for two days. Joshua had the perfect woman and he let her go by sleeping with her best friend. Jason watched on as Elizabeth lifted her arms and fixed her ponytail, causing her white tank top to stretch against her well rounded breast. That Mindy lady must have been able to stretch in all kinds of different positions in order to make Joshua stray away from Elizabeth. It was the only logical explanation the enforcer could come up with to explain how that idiot let Elizabeth go.

He was still looking at Elizabeth when she finally turned to look at him and walk back to their table. She gave him a fleeting smile that lit up the entire smoky bar. Not only was Elizabeth witty and beautiful, Jason thought, but she was sexy as hell. She had a body that had all the right curves and moved in all the right ways. Her skin was milky, and just the couple of times his hands made contact with her skin let him know that she was as smooth as silk.

Her body wasn't the only thing that taunted him. Her lips were full and looked just as soft as her skin. She had lips made for kissing, and Jason wanted nothing more than to kiss her. As she walked towards him, his eyes gave her the once over, several times, before he finally looked into her eyes. She had deep blue eyes, eyes like the glistening ocean on a hot summer day, eyes he could get lost in for hours.

Elizabeth Webber was smart, witty, beautiful, sexy, and also drunk off her ass.

She only made it a couple of steps before she stumbled slightly, leaning on a chair for support. Just as Jason was about to stand up from their table and make his way towards her to help her, another man beat him to it.

Jason's icy glare stayed riveted on Elizabeth as the man approached her, placing his hand on her hip, using any excuse to touch her. It only took Jason a split second before he was out of his seat and by Elizabeth's side, calling off the other man with one look.

Placing one hand on the small of her back and the other around her stomach, holding her to him, Jason steered the drunken woman back to their table.

They stumbled a few times before they actually made it to their table, and while Jason was trying his hardest to make it back without incident, Elizabeth was having the time of her life, laughing up a storm. They were almost at their table when Elizabeth stopped completely and lifted her chin to peer at Jason through thick lashes. "Wait, I want to dance."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

Sighing, Jason finally made it to their table and placed Elizabeth down in her chair. "You're too drunk to even stand."

As he sat down across from her, she looked at him like a wounded child, pushing that damn bottom lip out that he craved to take between his teeth. "But Jason, I picked out a song so we could dance."

"I don't dance."

"Fine, I'll just go ask that nice gen…gentleeeee," She huffed in annoyance at her inability to say the word because of her heavy tongue, "That nice guy that tried to help me out if he wants to dance." Before she even had a chance to move in her seat, Jason's hand was gripping her wrist, keeping her in place.

"You're stalling."

"I am not."

"Elizabeth."

Damn that voice, Elizabeth thought. No one said her name quite like Jason Morgan did. He had a husky voice to begin with, but when he would look at her with those bright blue eyes and say her name, it was like his voice took on a seductive nature and it caused a shiver to run down her spine. "You know, I think I need another drink."

"I think you've had enough."

"I've only had two."

"For you, that's enough."

"You know," Elizabeth placed her free hand over his that was still holding onto her wrist. Using her index finger, Elizabeth traced his knuckles, drew a circle on the back of his hand, before she began to make a finger trail up his arm, using a feather light touch the entire time. "You never did teach me how to play pool."

Her voice was low and seductive as she tempted him with her touch. Jason gripped onto his beer bottle, doing his best to not be pulled under by her ways. "That's because the second we got here you went straight to the bar and downed two shots."

Her finger was on his forearm now, moving in slow circles, causing a slight chill to run through him. "I was a little stressed, sue me."

Chuckling, Jason loosened his grip on his beer bottle and placed his hand over her wandering one. He didn't need to say anything to prompt her to speak. His hands over hers caused her to look into his eyes, and with that one look she knew she could say anything to him. Jason didn't strike her as the type of person who would judge her.

"I thought that Joshua was the love of my life." Pulling her hands away from his, she crossed her arms over the table and did her best to keep her spinning head from falling forward. "We grew up together. Our parents were best friends, and so were we. Joshua and I were in all the same classes together in high school, and it was only normal for us to get together. We were high school sweet hearts."

Even though she fought it, even though she did her best to not allow the tears to come, they still pooled in her eyes, making her curse her damn emotions. "Our relationship was perfect. But then, once we were a couple of years into college, it was like something changed. He spent more and more of his time away from me, and I began to realize that I wanted to be something more than just Joshua Knight's girlfriend." Sighing, Elizabeth made herself go on. "I told him that I wanted to be by myself for awhile, find out who I was, who the real Elizabeth Webber was, and he just laughed in my face, called me naive."

Jason's hands clenched into fist as he listened to her past with Joshua. He wanted to hit the guy when they were at the restaurant, but he stopped himself from doing anything rash. But as he listened to Elizabeth and saw the pain in her eyes, he wanted nothing more than to find the other man and break his neck.

"Even my parents didn't take me seriously. They would always look down on me because instead of going to school for a business degree so I could work at Webber Industries when I graduated, follow in my fathers footsteps, I went to school for an art degree. They never approved of that, said I was just rebelling." She laughed at her foolishness and wiped away a stray tear. "But nothing could compare to the disappointment I caused for calling off my relationship to Joshua. They actually made me feel so horrible for ending things with him, that I got back together with him."

"For almost a year our relationship was back to normal. I felt like I made the right decision by going back to him. But then things got rocky and well, you know the rest."

Before Jason could respond, she was standing up from her chair and looking anywhere but at him. "I think its time for another drink, don't you? You look like you could use another beer; I'll be right back with that for you."

Actually, he really didn't know the rest, and judging by the way she quickly walked away before she had to tell him about it, he realized that he wanted to know about it.

He sat there for several minutes but kept his gaze on Elizabeth the entire time. He told himself that his eyes never left her because he was supposed to be guarding her. She was still vulnerable to whoever tried to kidnap her and Kristina and Jason promised himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Even though she only told him a half-fast version of her relationship with Joshua, Jason had learned more about her than he thought.

She was an artist, something that caused her family to look at her as a disappointment. He might not have been in the same situation as her, but he knew all to well what it was like to be the rebel of the family, a disappointment. He also didn't give a fuck what the Quartermaines thought about him, but listening to Elizabeth's sad recap of her parent's reaction to her choices told Jason that she cared about what her family thought.

Jason watched her as she ordered their drinks. When he saw her tip her head back and drink her third shot that night his first reaction was to walk up to the bar and stop her. But he decided against it. Everyone needed to let go every once and a while, and tonight, Jason realized, was Elizabeth's night to let go. It was still early enough in the evening that he could stop her before it got too out of hand, let her sober up before he took her home.

She took another shot before she opted to get an actual drink. Jason didn't know what she ordered, but whatever it was; it wasn't a fruity girly drink with one of those fancy straws.

Drinking the last of his beer, Jason was about to make his way to the bar to pick up his drink that she had still yet to bring to him when a man approached Elizabeth. It was a different guy from before, one who obviously didn't know any better. Jason's hands clenched into fists on the table top as he watched the guy say something into Elizabeth's ear. Something that made her throw her head back and let out a throaty laugh. She had used that laugh with him a few times, and as he watched her grant that laugh to someone else, Jason realized that he didn't like it.

Shaking his head, Jason tore his eyes away from the scene at the bar and clenched his jaw. Why the hell did it matter to him that Elizabeth was talking to some other guy? He was only with her because he was guarding her. He wasn't the kind of guy who pined after some petite woman. If he had an interest in a woman, he made his move. But if he had to work too hard to get that woman, he would turn her away. There was always another woman wanting his attention. He didn't need to waste his time on someone who was looking for Mr. Right.

Jason Morgan was the furthest thing from Mr. Right. He was more like Mr. Right Now.

He didn't need someone like Elizabeth Webber to come in and screw that up for him. Sure it had been several months sense he had actually been with a woman, but that didn't mean that he couldn't get a woman in his bed that night. He might be a little rusty, but it wouldn't take long for one of the ladies in the room to follow him upstairs. Hell, he could probably walk up to the bar right now and find a woman who wasn't Elizabeth Webber.

He turned his attention back to the bar to scope out the possibilities of who could be warming his bed later that night. It wasn't like he was going to actually pursue any of the woman at the bar, but it was the damn principal of the matter. His eyes searched the bar, picking out several woman, but not wanting any of them. It wasn't until his gaze reached the end of the bar that he realized Elizabeth wasn't standing there anymore.

Standing quickly, Jason let his worried eyes look through the rest of the bar before he saw her on the dance floor. Furry ran through his veins as he saw the man from the bar hold Elizabeth's slight frame against his chest. Instead of dancing with the other man, Elizabeth was gripping onto his shoulders just to hold herself up. Her body was slouching against the guy, and Jason could tell by her tightly shut lids that she was trying to make the room stop spinning.

Pushing several chairs out of his way as he made his way towards the dancing couple, he earned several glares from the patrons. Once they saw who it was, they quickly averted their gaze and went back to their previous affairs. Once he reached them, Jason pulled Elizabeth from the other man, setting her gently on a chair nearby before turning back to the other man. He was about the same height as Jason, but his build was less impressive.

"Hey buddy, I was dancing with her."

"Not anymore." When the other man didn't back down, Jason took a threatening step towards him. "Get out of here."

"Hey, this is a free country man. I can dance with who ever I want." The man pushed against Jason's shoulder as he emphasized his statement.

In the blink of an eye, Jason punched the other man across the jaw. He pulled the mans arm behind his back and threw him against the table Elizabeth sat at, grinding his face into the splintering wood. "I said get out of here. Don't let me see you near her again."

Jason backed off of the man and pushed him towards the door before he turned back to face Elizabeth. She sat there the entire time with her head down, not even taking in the small fight Jason had just been in. Crouching down in front of her, Jason lifted her head up and cradled her cheeks with his palms. "Hey." His voice was as soft as his eyes. "You ok?"

"I don't know." She groaned in return.

Smiling, Jason stood up, still holding her head in his hands before he bent over and picked her up, cradling her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. She tucked her head against the crock of his neck, causing her warm breath to fan across his neck. As he made his way towards the stairs, she wrapped one arm around his torso and the other around his neck, hugging him closely to her.

Soundlessly, Jason made his way to his room above Jake's and opened the door. He placed her gently on the side of his bed before he made his way over to the other side, un-tucking the blanket. Once his bed was turned down, Jason made his way back to her, lifting her slumbering body in his arms before he placed her back on his bed, slipping her sandals off and covering her.

He stood there for several moments watching her before he bent down and kissed her on her forehead, shocking himself. Shaking his head, Jason turned away from her before her slight grip on his arm stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"Shhh, go to sleep." He murmured to her even as he knelt down by the bed.

He voice was thick and rough when she spoke, "Why is the room spinning?"

"Because you're drunk."

"Oh."

She didn't say anything else causing Jason to think she was sleeping again. When he went to stand, her grip on his arm tightened, stopping him again. "Come to bed Jason."

Swallowing several times to clear the sudden lump in his throat, Jason cleared his throat. "What?"

She never opened her eyes. "I said come to bed Jason."

Despite the tightness of his stomach, Jason smiled. "I'm fine on the floor."

"No your not," Opening her eyes finally, she peered at Jason through thick lashes. "This bed is big enough for the both of us. Besides, it's your bed anyway."

"Elizabeth-"

"Fine," Pushing aside the blankets, Elizabeth sat up. "If you won't sleep in your bed, I'll just have to join you on the floor."

"Fine." Pushing her back down on the bed, Jason pulled the covers around her once more before he made his way to the other side of the bed, never once telling her that it was only eight o'clock at night and he was far from tired. He would just wait until she fell asleep before getting out of the bed and finishing his travel book on Ireland.

Not even bothering with shedding his jeans, Jason removed his motorcycle boots before he pulled the covers back and slipped into his bed. The second his head hit the pillow, Elizabeth slight form turned towards him and curled into his side. She placed her head on his shoulder and flung her arm across his chest, almost hitting him in the face. It wasn't until she lifted one of her legs and cradled his thigh between her own that Jason realized he wouldn't be getting any reading, or sleep, that night.

He couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not when her groggy voice broke the silence, "Much better."

In all the ways he had wanted Elizabeth in his bed, drunk off her ass and sprawled out on top of him-fully clothed-wasn't even on the list.